Month: March 2020

…or day 18, I don’t know. They’re all bleeding together. The days and the numbers. The latest totals are 164k+ confirmed cases and 3,165 deaths in the United States. Almost 67k of those confirmed cases is in New York, along with 1,218 of those deaths. New York is has taken the brunt of the coronavirus… Read more

The day started off with a hint from Trump that he may impose a 14-day quarantine on New York, New Jersey and parts of Connecticut – since there was fear from other governors of people fleeing this hotspot and spreading covid to other states. I caught it by accident really, I just happened to be… Read more

Since the beginning of this all, I’ve consistently been frustrated with the way the media has presented numbers. Here’s a typical chart the media will often present with a headline of “Cases Continue to Rise”, or worse, “Spread Continues to Increase.” It looks scary. It is scary. It is real numbers. But it’s neglecting some… Read more

The most surreal aspect of deserted Manhattan streets: the quiet. Pictures don’t capture it, words don’t do it justice. Today on my walk I passed through an empty Rockefeller Center. Three months ago I’d curse the shoulder to shoulder crowds packed into this plaza, pushing my way through every night as I left from work. … Read more

It’s day 15. It’s been over two weeks since I began sheltering in my NYC sized apartment. It’s Friday. Oddly, I still feel an intuitive excitement for the upcoming weekend, even though it will just be the same day I’ve experienced 15 times now (minus the parade of conference calls for work.) There’s over 26k… Read more

It’s day 13. Nearly two weeks since I began this isolation. Back then I thought this would last two weeks at most, but I can’t shake this ominous feeling that this is just the beginning. The uncertainty is as grueling as the monotony. Wake up, let Gizmo out back and then groggily brush my teeth.… Read more

I live in east midtown Manhattan. They say this is the epicenter now. It feels like it. It’s hard to believe that just two weeks ago, if I stepped out of my apartment on 3rd ave, I would have been whimsically lost in the chaos of lights, faces and sounds. Today, walking Gizmo for a… Read more

For me, 2019 was a series of severely traumatic events. The final year of my 30s, filled with heartbreak, betrayal, rugs pulled out from underneath me and setbacks that blindsided me and knocked me to me knees. On paper, it was horrible. Yet, amidst all the suffering, I grew and fundamentally transformed myself more than… Read more

I’ve always been happier when I’m lost. Knowing exactly where I’m going has always felt so boring. I know that’s an odd thing to say, and I wonder what it says about me, but you don’t discover what you don’t know when your focus is consumed in a map from point a to b. 2019… Read more